A call for help

When I was very young, my brother had been hurt by a classmate who had purposly pushed a sharp pencil point into his forhead. The Rebbe had no intelligence to do something about it. When he came home at the usual time, and we saw the damage, my father called the police which was ``forbidden``. The police went to their home and explained that their child had done similar things in the past and that he was wild. Since they were in the country illegally they were sure we knew about it and told the police. A few weeks later I went to my friends house who lives under this family's apartment and when the younger sister realized who I was, she ran up the stairs. When she was nowhere to be found I thaught it was over, but then her older sister peered out the window and when she spotted me she began screaming at me, cursing my family and telling me that we are all crazy, and that my father was a Russha and that my mother was a Goiteh. I started crying and my friend felt bad for me and called her mother. She gave me chips...Like that would help. (Although I could always use some goodies.) The good thing is, they soon moved out of town and we never heard from them again. And we had just another reason to change schools. ☺

Flushed memories

When I was about six years old I was locked up in a bathroom stall in my kindergarten classroom with the lights out. I was always the innocent kid. The one who gets nominated for being the most respectful. But once, I made a little noise during story time and I was quickly sent to the punishment corner. It happened when it was time for that part of day again, when the teacher read to us a story about some other rabbi. The ones that have long beards and curly Payot. Another courageous soul who gave up his life for the Holy One. She turned the nob and click I was locked in. Now you all may be wondering... What could have possibly been positive in a situation like this? Well for one, I was lucky I wasn't sent to the office to wait for the principal because the last time that happened I was stuck in a chair and I needed to go... At least now I had no stress of possibly wetting my tights... And num. 2, I got a break from the boooring lectures on how we are supposed to follow the Tsadik's example.

Welcome

Hey everybody, welcome to my blog! I will be celebrating my Bat Mitzvah very soon and have decided to create a blog for my project. My Parasha is Ki-Tavo which talks about the evaluation of evil. The list of blessings is way too short in comparison to the list of curses. I will show you how we can turn bad into good and stretch those positives. Here I will talk about my past experiences. As most of you know, I lived in a closed Hareidi community for most of my life. It was very hard and the process to heal took a long time. But this will help me face the problems in a positive way. I hope you can relate and maybe share some stories.

Rules Ruled my Life

When I was seven years old my family left Tosh and all our relatives. Till this day we have only visited them three times in six years. They don't call us unless we do first. I don't really know if I'll ever see them again.


Tosh holds an estimate of 350 families all living in small houses stuck together. Yiddish is the only spoken language,
which is why it is so hard to get a job when you leave. The only thing kids did in school is pray and learn about the religious regulations. Most kids in my class skipped English and French classes because their parents think that it is not important.

TVs, movies, radio, and non holy books are forbidden. Sports are not allowed. No bicycles, no scooters for girls, even driving a car is not okey in many families. Most people are againts Israel and there is even a group of people who fast and mourn on Yom Haatsmaout! Everybody who has already had there Bar/Bat Mitzvah must fast the whole day of Yom Kipur and some parents "practice" with there young children by making them fast for hours at a time. Some mothers even fast when they are pregnant even if their babies get birth defects in the process.

A normal person's day in the cult consists of mostly praying even though they have no idea what they are saying. You have to pray before and after you eat, after going to the bathroom, after waking up, before going to bed...and so on and so forth. Even the person saying Amen has a very big responsibility. He/she must say it at exactly the right moment. A late or early response is worth nothing and then becomes a sin.

Woke up on the wrong side of the bed? Even sleeping has rules for little boys (and of coarse for the older ones). You must sleep on the left side of the bed until midnight and then you have to switch to the right side. Your hands should always stay under the pillow. At three years old my brother was already worried about getting this just right...

Even Shabbat is no day of relief. You are not allowed to cut, color, draw, glue, pick, rip, buy, or use electronics and these are just the basic. Everything associated with these actions and a bunch of other ones therefore become "mookste" meaning you can't touch or use them.

I could go on and on but let me just rap it up this way: they believe that the worse your life is on this world the better it will be in heaven (but I'm seriously doubting you`ll even reach that point with all the sins you`re already committing each second...) The good thing is that this is all behind me now and I can make my own decisions in life and it has taught me how to appreciate every moment of freedom, but sadly that is not the case for my relatives and friends who still endure this stuff.